you weren't the one who held her to sleep at nights; you weren't the one who cried into her fur when no one else would have understood; you weren't the one who tried to stay awake studying the most boring topics with her next to you; you weren't the one who fell asleep with her when that didn't work out; you weren't the one who put out her breakfast in the mornings before going to school; you weren't the one who brought her into the house when we got home at nights (no you headed straight for the tv); you weren't the one who hoped she'd come in through your room window when you couldn't find her outside the gate that day; you weren't the one who felt contented just petting her and hearing her loud-as-a-train purr;
you weren't the one who tried to love her; you couldn't; i did.
she scratched you and she bit you and you called her a terrible cat. she scratched me, she bit me, i just held on tighter or tried again. do you know how happy i was the first time she fell asleep in my lap? i'd finally gotten through to her. you have no idea how hard i tried to build that amazing bond with her so please, who are you to judge?
you fed her medicine once, and you think you cared for her more than i did? ha. she never meant anything to you. i was the one who choose her at spca; i named her (yes i have an obsession with naming); i loved her; love, still; always.
and i don't need to prove that to you.